thirteen hours sleep
over three nights
the mind is dazzled with itself
confused by rationale
seduced by neon
and moonlight

It wasn’t my moon
though you tried to tell me
how romantic
how we write the ourselves
outside of the weather
summer skies
not so forgiving as
springtime

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